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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.