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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.