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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.