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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.