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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.