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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.