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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.