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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.