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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.