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 United States and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Deepchord,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.