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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Doors,
Rakim,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.