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 Paraguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Visage,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.