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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.