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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.