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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.