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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.