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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.