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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.