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 Belarus and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Can,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.