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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Names,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.