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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.