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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.