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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.