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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.