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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.