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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
cv313,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
UT,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.