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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.