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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Birthday Party 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.