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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.