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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.