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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.