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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.