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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.