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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.