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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.