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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.