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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.