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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.