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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.