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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.