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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.