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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.