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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.