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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.