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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.