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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.