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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.