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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.