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 China and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.