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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.