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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.