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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.