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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Swans,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.