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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.