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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.