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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.