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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Main Source,
UT,
Can,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.