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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.