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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
The Associates,
ABC,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.