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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.