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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.