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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.