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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.