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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.