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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
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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.