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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.