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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.