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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.