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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Slave,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.