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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.