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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.