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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.