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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.