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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.