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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.