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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.