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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.