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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.