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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.