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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.