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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.