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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.