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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
The Move,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.