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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
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Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.