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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Japan,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.