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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.