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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.