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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Swans,
MC5,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.