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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.