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 Spain and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.