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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.