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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.