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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.