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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Cramps,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.