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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.