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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.