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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.