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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.