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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
the Human League,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Scion,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.