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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Wire,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.