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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.