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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.