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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Faust,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.