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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nirvana 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.