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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Scion,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.