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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Suicide,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Television,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.