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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.