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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.