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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.