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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Sonics 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.