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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.