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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.