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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.