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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.