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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare 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?
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Index,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.