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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.