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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.