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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.