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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Japan,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.