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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.