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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.