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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.