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 Burundi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
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.