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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.