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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.