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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.