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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.