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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Television,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.