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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.