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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.