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 Belgium and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.