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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.