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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.