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 Georgia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Japan to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.