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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.