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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.