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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.