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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.