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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.