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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.