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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.