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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Can,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.