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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.