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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.