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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.