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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.