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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.