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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.