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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.