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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.