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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.