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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Motions,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.