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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Fugs,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.