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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.