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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.