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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
10cc,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.