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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.