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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.