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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.