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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Q65,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.