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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Wake,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.