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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Can,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.