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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.