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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.