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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.