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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.