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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.