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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.