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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
ABC,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.