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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.