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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.