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 China and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.