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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.