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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.