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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.