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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.