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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Can,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.