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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.