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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.