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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Nas,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.