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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.