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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.