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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.