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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.