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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.