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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.