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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.