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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.