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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.