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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.