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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.