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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.