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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.