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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.