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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.