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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.