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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
UT,
Maurizio,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.