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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.