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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Ronan,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Sound,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.