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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.