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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Patti Smith 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.