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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 ABC to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.