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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Second Layer 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The Litter,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.