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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.