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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.