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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.