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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.