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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.