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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman 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 funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.