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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.