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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.