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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.