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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
June of 44,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.