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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Index to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Skriet,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.