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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.