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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.