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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.