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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
The Wake,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.