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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.