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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.