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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.