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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.