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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.