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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.