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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Organ,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Mars,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.