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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.