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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement 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?
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.