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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
X-101,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.