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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.