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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Move,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.