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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.