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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.