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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.