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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.