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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.