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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.