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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.