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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Pole,
CMW,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.