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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.