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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.