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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.