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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.