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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.