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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.