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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
New Order,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.