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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.