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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.