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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.