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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.