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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.