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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.