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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.