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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.