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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ra. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.