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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Faust to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.