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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Gong,
cv313,
a-ha,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.