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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.