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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Monks,
Franke,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.