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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.