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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.