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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.