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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.