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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.