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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.