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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.