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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Whodini,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.