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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.