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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.