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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.