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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.