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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Star Department,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.