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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.