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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.