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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.