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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
MC5,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.