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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.