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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Wings,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
The Index,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.