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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.