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 Poland and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.