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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.