Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Little Man,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.