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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Brick,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.