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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Oneida,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.