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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.