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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.