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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Desert Stars 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.