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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.