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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.