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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.