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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.