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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Magma,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.