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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.