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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.