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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.