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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.