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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.