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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
PIL,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.