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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.