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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.