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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.