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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.