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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.