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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.