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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.