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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.