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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.