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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.