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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.