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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Television,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
MC5,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.