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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.