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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.