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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
The Names,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.