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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.