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 Suriname 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.