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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.