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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Oneida,
DNA,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.