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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.