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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Nas,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Magma,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.