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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Liliput,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.