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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.