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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.