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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
AZ,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.