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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.