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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.