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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.