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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.