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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.