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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.