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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.