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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.