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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.