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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.