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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.