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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Ten City,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.