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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.