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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.