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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.