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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.