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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.