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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.