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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.