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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
MDC,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.