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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.