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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.