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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.