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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.