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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Hoover,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
UT,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Technova,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.