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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.