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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.