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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.