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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.