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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.