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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.