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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.