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 Africa and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.