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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Pylon,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.