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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.