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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.