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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.