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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.