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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.