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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.