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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Darondo,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.