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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.