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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ten City,
Japan,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.