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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.