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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Can,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.