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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.