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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.