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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.