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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.