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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.