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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
10cc,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.