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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.