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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.