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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.