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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.