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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.