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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.