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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.