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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.