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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.