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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.