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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
UT,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.