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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.