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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.