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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.