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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.