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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
JFA,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.