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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.