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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.