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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.