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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 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 Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.