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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.