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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.