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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.