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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.