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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.