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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.