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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Skriet,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.