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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.