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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Slave,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Japan,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.