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 Laos 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.