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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.