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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.