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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.