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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.