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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.