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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.