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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.