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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Nas,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.