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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
New Order,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.