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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.