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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
the Association,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.