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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.