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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.