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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.