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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.