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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.