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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.