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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.