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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.