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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.