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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.