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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.