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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Index,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.