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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.