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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.