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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.