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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.