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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.