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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.