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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.