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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.