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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.