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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.