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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Smog,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.