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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Wings,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.