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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.