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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.