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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
New Order,
the Swans,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Ten City,
Quantec,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.