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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Franke to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.