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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.