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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Cybotron to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.