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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.