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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.