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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions 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 jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.