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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.