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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.