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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.