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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.