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 Algeria 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.