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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.