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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.