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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.