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 Qatar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.