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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
JFA,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.