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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.