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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Pylon,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.