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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Visage 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.