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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.