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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.