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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.