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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.