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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.