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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
MDC,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.