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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.