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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.