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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.