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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.