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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.