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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.