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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.