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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.