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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Nas,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.