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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nas,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.