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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.