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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.