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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.