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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.