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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Magma,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.