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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.