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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.