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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.