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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.