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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
ABBA,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.