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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.