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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
The Busters,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.