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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.