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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Pole,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
AZ,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.