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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.