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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Brick,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.