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 Togo 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.