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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.