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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.