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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.