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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Fear,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.