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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.