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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.