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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.