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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
ABC,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.