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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.