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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.