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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.