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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.