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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.