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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.