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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.