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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.