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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.