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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.