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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Franke,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.